Mystique Surrounds Me





Mystique Surrounds Me


Twilight ignites its shadowed secrets.
Do I fly into the mystique,
where clouds burn like prophecy,
and my wings are ashes of desire?

Will these old, singed feathers
still lift me from this wartorn land—
or must I wait here forever
grounded by this inferno’s demands






“Where light fractures, the will to rise endures.“





Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

21 thoughts on “Mystique Surrounds Me”

    1. Thank you for the classic song my friend … my feathers are already singed so it looks like I’m stuck here on this wartorn desert bowl with that shameless orange troll 🌞😲📖🎶

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